A Sweet Morning Crumb

I trotted out this morning to find the cozy cafe around the corner. A little round table sat by the bright window. Right on a patterned ceramic plate, someone left a golden glazed donut. I climbed onto the woven cane chair, leaning my front paws against the cool table rim. The sweet scent of sugar and warm baked dough was so thick. I gently nibbled a stray sprinkle stuck to the edge of the wax paper napkin. Everything smelled like roasted coffee and calm morning light. It felt so peaceful just resting my chin there, watching the steam curl from an empty mug.